A Moody Monday
In some ways, I knew it was coming. It all started with a solid plan to start the revision process with the prologue. I had recently been duly notified of the obscene number of glue words, adverbs, sentence starter repeats and well, a bunch of other unpleasant stuff in my book which I needed to address. Intellectually, I am on board and I want to do this book right. I have heard all of the many reasons why this process is all important and I agree.
So, armed with a good measure of enthusiasm and as pure an intent as I could muster, I set myself to it. I started to weed the garden of my manuscript. However, it did not take long for me to feel as though the soul of this book was slipping away. I made it about ten minutes before I had to stop for the night.
I have to believe that this is a common sentiment among writers, though it feels isolating. How do I do what is necessary to tell this story in a way that others will actually read but still recognize it as mine? Any suggestions? I am open.